Redtail Rise It’s Chemical

Though Masque was silent, the exhale of her breath and her soft nod communicated enough.

She moved alongside him. Riley sensed a current rifle through his fur. Their proximity in hunts was a given, but here, she was willingly in contact — as she slid her muzzle under his chin, his eyes widened in surprise.

Were he human he might have pulled her so close he could feel the jut of her shoulder against his thrumming chest. He pressed close, turning his muzzle sidelong to rest against her head, his breath shaky. Adrenaline pounded in his blood, but he wanted this —

Riley preened against the ruff of her fur. He wanted desperately to tell her that all of it — the Rise, the world, and him, could be hers if she only ever said the word.